About Me: I <3 Popcorn

In fact, I bet I’ve eaten more popcorn than anybody who is reading this right now, or ever. This addiction to the exploding kernel goodness started when I lived in Santa Barbara (23 years ago), which just so happens to be the same exact age my oldest daughter is right now.

Whoa.

I would walk to the church after school since it was less than a mile away, and would go straight to my father’s office where he had a full kitchenette. Being a typical boy my metabolism was that of a hummingbird, I was like a shark in a feeding frenzy and I just had to eat, and it just so happened that this kitchen was always stocked with microwave popcorn. So, I would nuke a bag and enjoy my afternoon snack. To this day, I eat popcorn almost every night after dinner.

My favorite “brand” is the cheapest, Kroger brand and every time I throw one of those bad boys in the microwave, I wait for those final “pop between 3 seconds.” As I pull out the bag at hopefully the perfect moment, and dump the buttery contents into a bowl, I anticipate not being able to hear the sound of the kernels hitting the bottom of the glass bowl, because you see, I have cooked a perfect bag. Once.

All popped, no burn. It was marvelous.

This obsession nightly snack has turned into a challenge, it’s happened once, and I believe it will happen again. Until then, I shall eat my popcorn. Should I pop a perfect bag again, I will be done with thee…

32 responses to About Me: I <3 Popcorn

This story is true. If I do nothing else right as a wife/food shopper, I ALWAYS make sure the man has his Kroger Butter Popcorn. Oh, and he requires a 6oz glass of Kroger Orange Juice to go with it. It has to be not-from-concentrate, 100% real orange juice. 😉

Soooo true, Kim. Orange Juice, chocolate milk, and when he gets super “snacky”, it’s saimin, after a day at the beach and after school. Fond memories of my boy leaving his popcorn kernels in the office or in the kitchen sink. Loving it. 🙂

We didn’t have microwaves when I was a kid. If we wanted popcorn, one of us had to rub two sticks together while the other held a kernel next to them. If we were really lucky, we got to use tongs to hold the kernel.